Naya couldn't sleep all night, partially because of the pain in her ankle, and partially because she would have much preferred to be sleeping in the room with Heather. It was now 9 a.m. and Naya decided to try her luck and stand up. Being stubborn she stood up ignoring the throbbing in her ankle as she made her way into the kitchen.

"I can't believe she's the one who bought this place, the world really is full of surprises. Oh great now you're talking to yourself out loud." Naya grabbed the ice pack from the freezer and hopped back over to the couch, as she did see saw Heather walk down the stairs looking rather cute in her girl boxers and tank top, hair slightly messed. Naya couldn't help but remember that she had worn something close to that the last time they spent the night in the same place.

Heather got to the end of the stairs and looked up, as she did she saw Naya laying on the couch and it all came back to her. She blushed a deep shade of red, "Um, I, sorry I'm just going to go put some actual clothes on, I'll be right back."

"It's fine nothing I haven't seen before." And you look cute like that. Heather continued to blush. "I should probably head home anyways. I'll just go downstairs and call a cab once I get to the lobby." Naya stood up and the pain was evident on her face even though she tried to hide it.

"You can stay here for a little while longer it's not a problem, although I have to lock myself in my office and get some work done, deadlines you know." Naya nodded as she walked over to the door.

Sitting on the chair by the door she put her shoes on and left the shoe on the sore ankle untied. "Thanks." Was all she said as she got up and left. Once the door was closed Heather finally walked over to it, grabbing the handle, she stopped and leaned her forehead against the door. She turned the handle slightly but never enough to open it. The only thing that held her back was knowing that Naya had a life now that Heather wasn't in.

Two hours later there was a knock at her front door and Heather figured it was a neighbour or one of her few friends in the city checking in on her like they tended to do when she hadn't been heard from in a few hours, possibly with coffee. Not bothering to check the peep hole she opened the door.

She was speechless as she saw Naya leaning up against the door frame. "Whyy didn't you get married, and why won't you tell me nowww. It matters to me you know, you mattered to me, I think you owe me an explan, explanation att least." She slurred.

"I see you met the bar downstairs, what happened to going home I'm sure your, your, James is worried." Heather helped Naya into the apartment once again this time with the other girl giving her a little resistance. This time they walked upstairs to Heather's room where Heather sat Naya on her bed.

"Haven't you looked outside, bad blizzard we're snowed in, everything is shut down. So since we got some time together on our hands, why won't you tell me?"

Heather sighed. "Because it's in the past and it won't make a difference anyways. We're two different people now. Would you lay back, god you are still so difficult when you're drunk sometimes." Heather got off Naya's shoes and set them on the floor, before leaving the room.

Naya spotted a journal on the bedside table. Interesting, maybe I should take a little look. Before she was able to however Heather came back with water and two Tylenol. "Here take these." Heather sat on the edge of the bed and helped Naya. There were only a few times Heather had ever seen Naya this drunk and on those few nights Heather had wanted to do nothing more than to kiss the girl, now was no exception.

"Can you just please tell me, Heather. Just tell me then I'll leave and you'll never have to see me again."

"Why would I never want to see you again, I…I have to go I'll be right back." She said as the phone rang in the other room.

Heather ran into the office and picked up the cordless phone she had left in there. "I know she's here and in my room…Ash she's so drunk and she keeps asking me why I didn't get married and why I didn't go after her…I can't just tell her, she's happy…what do you mean clearly not if she's asking me. Where are you anyways?…With a friend, a guy friend, a girl friend perhaps?…Okay, okay I'll talk to you soon." Heather hung up the phone and walked back into her bedroom where she found Naya sleeping, or so she thought.

She stood leaning against the door frame, hands crossed over her waist watching the other girl for a few minutes before the girls cell phone started to ring, causing the other girl to move and get it. Still drunk she wasn't as co-ordinated as usual and so Heather decided to help her with it. "Are you going to answer it?"

"No I can't deal with it, if it's work right now. Can you answer it for me and if they talk about anything work related just tell them I'll deal with it later." Heather nodded and answered.

"Hello, Naya Rivera's phone." This made the other girl laugh.

"Hi, is Naya there?" A male's voice asked.

"She's a little, under the weather at the moment, can I take a message?"

"Is she okay? Is she hurt? Does she need anything?" Heather suspected that the man on the other end of the line was James.

"No, she's fine, is this James by any chance?" Naya's eyes shot open.

"Yeah, yes this is James, who's this?" Naya grabbed the phone from Heather.

"Hey you." She tried not to sound drunk.

"Nay are you okay."

"Mmhmm, fine, just a little tired that's all, sprained my ankle skating last night." She heard him chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"I just called to check in, the flights been delayed so the earliest I'll get in is tomorrow sometime, take care of yourself would you."

"Okay I will."

"Thank your friend for me, for taking care of you, and I will see you when I get home, I love you."

"You too, bye." Naya hung up her cell phone, and dropped it on the bed, exhausted from trying to act sober. "He says thank you for taking care of me." Heather smiled and stood up and walked to the door. "I hate you." Heather stopped and turned around, Naya now had tears streaming down her cheek. "I hate you, how could you not come after me and then not get married. I loved you and what, in the end all I was to you was a phase? Something to keep you busy while you worked things out with Sid?" Heather gave the girl a questioning look. "Oh don't give me that you know he looks like the dude with Ice Age."

Heather stood still staring at the girl. She swallowed her own tears not having the right words, that was Naya's specialty not hers. "At the end of the day I just wanted you to be happy."

"Bullshit Heather! You made me happy, it took me a long time to get over you."

"And now you have, you have James, and are successful, but for right now I think you should try and get some sleep." Heather turned off the light and went to walk out again.

"Why?"

Taking a deep breath she answered. "Because I didn't." With that she walked out and into her office. Once she got there and closed the door she dropped to the floor and cried. She brought her knees up to her chest as the tears flowed down her cheeks.

Naya on the other hand had noticed the buttons to the stereo, somehow managing to turn it on. She closed her eyes as she heard Dreams, by Boyz II Men start to play, her favourite song. Within minutes she was fast asleep, as the song played over and over again. When she had first landed in New York and she was alone in her hotel room and later on Lea's couch, it was lonely. She felt empty, like her heart was beating but it was just to keep her alive, there was no feeling left. She had had to come to terms with Heather and Taylor's relationship and where she knew it would go and she had to deal with that when Naya had left Heather hadn't come after her. She sure called but in Naya's mind actions meant more than words and a phone call was nothing more than a way to get the words out. Listening to this song made her feel close to Heather even though it was the last thing she wanted, her body still longed to be back in Heather's comfy bed.

Hours later Naya woke up with a bit of a headache and noticed two more Tylenol on the bedside table, along with a bottle of water. After taking the Tylenol she stood up, trying to remember exactly how she got into Heather's bedroom, and what she said to the girl. All she could remember though was going downstairs to the lobby, being told everything was shut down, going over to the bar and having a few too many, thanks to knowing the bartender, and somehow managing to make her way back upstairs. She walked down the hall into the living room, when she got there she spotted Heather lying asleep on the couch with the fireplace going. Naya took the blanket off the back of the couch and put it over her, and sat on the coffee table facing her.

Why won't you tell me why you didn't get married.. As she sat there thinking she remembered pieces of their conversation from before she had passed out. Naya stood up and lifted Heather, ignoring the pain in her ankle, carrying her to her bedroom.

"Naya?" Heather asked as she stirred once she was lying in bed.

"Get some sleep, you deserve it."

"I'm sorry." It was evident the other girl was still, for the most part asleep.

Naya smiled. "Me too, and know that I don't hate you, I could never hate you." With that she turned on the stereo.

This is my wish

I hope you know somebody loves you

May all your dreams stay big

"This song reminds me of you." She heard the faint voice say as the song ended and she walked out the door. She hadn't heard it before, at least she didn't think she had. I'll listen to it when I get home.

Next morning

Heather woke up in her own bed and wasn't sure how she got there. She heard noises in the kitchen and got up to see what was going on. "Naya?" She asked as she rounded the corner.

"Nope, just me. Miss. Rivera left you a note saying sorry and that she'd see you around."

Heather rubber her forehead. "Wait, why are you not surprised that she was here, even when you called you didn't sound surprised."

"Um, well I know you two have always had a strong connection." Ashley covered as she poured a cup of coffee for Heather.

"Yeah, sure okay Ash, I think you're the one who has to stop drinking so earlier in the morning now. Wait what are you doing here?" Heather cracked a small smile and hugged her friend.

"Haha, very funny Hemo and I thought you missed me plus I got an audition."

An hour later the girls were talking and Heather told Ashley everything that had happened. "Hemo are you dumb? Before you say anything I think you are because you need to tell her that you did go after, and that you couldn't marry Taylor because you were in with love her, and that you're pining over her."

"She's happy Ashley, plus I wouldn't know where to find her." Heather looked down at her coffee.

"Look if you promise me that you'll tell her everything I can get her address for you." Heather looked up.

"How? Ashley what aren't you telling me."

Ashley looked down. "Well Hemo I got a call from someone." Heather gave her a look. "A Jenna someone, and a Lea someone okay and maybe a Dianna someone." Heather looked up shocked but at the same time not completely surprised. "They just asked what was up with you and happened to all be together. And really if you want to know where Naya lives call Dianna yourself, I shouldn't have to do it for you."

Meanwhile on the other side of the park Naya was sitting in her living room, lap top in front of her. "Okay let's have a listen to this song." She said to herself and Maurice as she hit play.

I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,

And each road leads you where you want to go,

And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,

I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.

And if one door opens to another door closed,

I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,

If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,

But more than anything, more than anything,

My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,

Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,

You never need to carry more than you can hold,

And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,

I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,

Yeah, this, is my wish.

I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,

All the ones who love you, in the place you left,

I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,

And you help somebody every chance you get,

Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,

And you always give more than you take.

But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,

My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,

Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,

You never need to carry more than you can hold,

And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,

I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,

Yeah, this, is my wish.

This is my wish

I hope you know somebody loves you

May all your dreams stay big

"Wow." Was all she managed to say as she listened to the song over again.

Month Later

The sun was bright and the sky was clear, the fresh snow sparkled on the sidewalk and throughout the rest of the park. When she called Dianna the girl only gave her the address to her place and not Naya's. Heather was shocked to find it on the other side of the park from her own apartment, she knew that Naya had said she lived close but she wasn't expecting the same from Dianna.

Even though the sun was out it was still really cold, and Heather was freezing but as she looked up at the house she couldn't seem to press the doorbell. Ashley had told her to just come out and say it what she needed too to Dianna in order to gain the girls trust back a little. Heather figured the real reason why Dianna wouldn't tell her Naya's address was because she was scared that Heather would hurt the girl again. Heather couldn't blame her for that, she was being a good friend, just as she had to Heather when she was the one that broke the news to her about Naya staying in New York.

Finally gaining the courage, Heather pushed the door bell and waited. She waiting a little longer but no one answered the door, so she backed down the steps and crossed the road. Dianna had told her to stop by anytime and that she didn't have to call but apparently she had picked the wrong time. She was walking back through the park to her apartment when all of a sudden there was a golden retriever walking beside her asking to be pet. She looked down at him and smiled. "Hey there, well aren't you adorable." She said as she bent down to pet the dog that almost instantly calmed down.

"Maurice." The dogs ears perked up as a young man with a leash in his hand came up to them. "Sorry about that he gets excited sometimes."

"Not a problem." She smiled. "He's a sweet dog." All the while taking in the man's appearance, he was familiar but Heather couldn't place him.

"Yes he is, he's my well girlfriends, she's away on business so I'm watching him. Oh I'm James by the way." He extended his hand, he really did have nice blue eyes.

Did he just say James? Holy crap he's James Lafferty, Naya's James. She thought to herself as she pet the dog a little more.

"Heather." She shook his hand, and then looked at her watch. "I'm sorry I need to get going but it was nice to meet you both, take care."

"Sorry again." He said as she walked away.

To Be Continued…

A/N: I know, I know, please don't kill me but I promise good things are on the horizon. The three musketeers aren't going to let the girls get away that easy.